Who Not Me

Small World, Small World, Small World, Small World No way, no how, get 'em like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite sho' You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you Introducing the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, here we go, what? Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but bitch we be saying We, we just getting started it since one, y'all been monitoring Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow? I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with clips Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed toast I'm a have a problem like scrap blat with me short of hoes One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of blood and dandruff If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and watch Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a fuck About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz The same ol flip, wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you talkin' to much Nigga, you a snitch bitch and we don't do it like that We do three quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross Make me bang at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down Won't shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch shank will put a stop To his ticker, but shorties to the body make him drop much quicker Yeah, I appear to be a nice lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love I'm a stone cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a multi milla See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my hood With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll stick her, stick her Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me